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Drawings of Hope
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Today I witnessed something that I’ll carry with me for a long time—hope sketched in crayon, colored with courage, and framed by the resilient smiles of children who have lost more than most of us can imagine. Jordan is home to more than a million registered refugees, though estimates of…
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Back in the Saddle
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A Windy Ride Through the Desert Today marked my first real ride in quite a while—and Arizona made sure I remembered what it’s like. Nearly 100 degrees and a steady wind out of the southeast made it feel more like a resistance training session than a ride. I could barely…
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A Surprise in our Backyard
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When we first moved into our home, it was the middle of July and blazing hot. In the corner of our tiny backyard stood a single fruit tree, its branches heavy with small, green fruit. We didn’t think twice. “It’s a lime tree,” we assumed. The fruit looked like limes,…
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Morning Walks, Tall Blondes, and the Wisdom of Old Men
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I’ve settled into a good morning routine lately—lacing up my shoes, stepping outside, and taking a three-mile loop through the neighborhood. There’s something about walking the same route each day that feels grounding. Predictable, but not boring. Familiar, but still full of little surprises. Most mornings, Angie’s with me. She’s…
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A Touch of San Angelo
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Since the day we moved in, I’ve had one lingering backyard dream: a sprinkler system. Not the hose-and-timer workaround I’ve patched together for four summers, but a real, buried, zoned, push-a-button-and-it-works sprinkler system. The kind that says, “This yard is going places.” But there was one problem: the only water outlet…
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Goodbye, Marley
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On July 5, 2012, our lives changed forever when a little ball of fur came running into it — literally. Some friends found her wandering alone, likely scared from the fireworks the night before. We searched for her family, but no one came forward. So, we became her family. Or…
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Easter Weekend in Lubbock
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Easter weekend in Lubbock was a sweet mix of family, memories, and a few new moments that made it all the more special. Braden and Sarah already had plans to be in town visiting her parents, so it worked out perfectly to see our son while we were visiting Angie’s…
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Dinner and a Jet
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Every year, like clockwork, our uncle flies out to Scottsdale for his annual guys’ golf trip. And every year, we get the same invitation: “Let’s do breakfast or dinner while I’m in town!” It’s become a little tradition—Angie and I finding the right night to meet up and settling in for rich…